User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond: Unleash the Beasts of War/@comment-2246928-20170727205024

Queen Abbess Heyne the Purveyor, scar-strewn conqueror of Redwall Abbey, smiled down at her subjects like a cat dibbun would a band of cockroaches kept alive solely for her amusement, sitting in the Abbot's Chair with her scrawny chest puffed and her legs crossed as she gazed out across the grounds from the impressive, badger twins-sized hole her catapult had left in the infirmary wall. The pudgy, downcast dormouse slave standing dozing next to her jumped the moment the sand-colored vixen opened her mouth. "Lump! Gemme s'm scoff!"

The dormouse nodded and hurriedly pulled the food cart resting behind the vixen's chair forward, plucking a plate of stewed hen from it, once a staple when everyone were welcome in Redwall, and holding it out to her. With a smirk, the vixen sat back and held open her slender muzzle like a helpless pup requesting nourishment, a dangerously bemused glitter in her eye. Careful to hide his disgust, the face of Mulbern, or "Lump", as Heyne called him, remained unreadable as he stabbed a piece of the chicken with a knife and carefully placed it over the vixen's savage teeth and onto her tongue. The moment the simple cutlery knife left her mouth, Heyne's jaws snapped shut, and she chewed and swallowed before sliding her tongue across her lips with a vicious smile. Mulbern blinked, his eyes focused on the vixen's muzzle.

"Well?" she asked, her ropy muscle relaxing and that wicked smile hovering on her ever-gaunt features. "Are you gonna tell yore Queen Abbess the news yew've 'ad yore scouts collect?"

He nodded, slowly, before dismissively returning the unfinished henflesh to the food cart. "Y-yes, er... Mother Ab-er, yer Highness, erm... one of them-"

"Who?" the vixen was watching two of her soldiers, a weasel and ferret, preparing to hang Brother Cubrig from an apple tree, down below.

"Turvio, yore Highness- he has heard tell of many bands of potential threats roaming the Wood, but, nothing quite like one bandit in particular... a ferret named-"

The vixen turned to stare at the dormouse. Her eyes were alight in a bright amber glow, her voice excited. "Janus th' Crusader. Z'e nearby?"

The dormouse frowned, concern in his voice at the violent conqueror vixen's sudden change in tone. "Turvio says he and his band are only a few days' walk away, yore Highness."

Heyne had dropped a paw to her belt, unsheathing a long, sadistically-edged dagger. She touched the tip to her finger, producing a single droplet of blood from her fingerpad. "G'd. Gemme Churah Render."